FICTION | STAR WARS FANFIC | WESTERN
Don’t Take Your Blaster to Town, Son
Once upon a time, in a galaxy of terrible decisions
While reading this story, I suggest listening to Johnny Cash’s Don’t Take Your Guns To Town.
“I’ll make him pay!”
With anguish, she watches him holster his dead brother’s blaster.
“Please, Beelljo. Let him rest. Leave your blaster at home!”
“I know what I’m doing, mum. I’m a man.”
She grabs him by the shoulders, tears running down her green face.
“I need your help on the farm, Beeljo.”
“When I come home — my revenge satisfied and a big bounty in my pockets — you’ll finally retire from moisture farming.”
He shakes off her hands and walks away.
Alone, she cries at her eldest’s grave.
Here lies Greedo.
Beloved son, brother and bounty hunter.
“Solo shot first.”
Loosely based on J.C. Lovero’s Writing Prompt — May the Fourth Be With You, and John Fanidis’ 5 Western-themed Writing Ideas. It all came together while listening to the above song by Johnny Cash. May the Fourth be with you!
This is not for Bradan Writes Stories’ Seedling Challenge, but let’s use this opportunity to promote it and fill up his inbox.
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